| It was just a little while ago I glued my ears to the radio
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| The announcer was sayin' we’d better beware
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| A crisis was hanging — a wave from the air
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| Crawlin' on the ground
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| Swimmin' in the sea
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| Headin' for me
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| Well, I didn’t know if I was for or agin' it
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| He was yellin' and screamin' a mile a minute
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| Well, he said «Here comes the President
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| But first this word from Pepsodent
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| Have whiter teeth
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| Have cleaner breath
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| When you’re facin' nuclear death»
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| And then President John began to speak
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| And I knew right away he wouldn’t be weak
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| Well, he said he’d seen some missile bases
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| And terrible smiles on Cuban faces
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| Close Pictures
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| Carryin' land reform too far
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| Giving land to the USSR
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| Well, he said we mustn’t be afraid
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| We’re settin' up a little blockade
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| Put our ships along the Cuban shores
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| And if the Russian bear yells and roars
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| We’ll let him have it
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| From Turkey and Greece, Formosa and Spain
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| The peaceful West European Plain
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| From Alaska and Greenland we’ll use our means
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| And twenty thousand submarines
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| We’re gonna teach the Russians a lesson
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| For trying to upset the balance of power
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| Now most Americans stood behind
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| The President and his military minds
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| But me, I stood behind a bar
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| Dreamin' of a spaceship getaway car
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| Head for mars
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| Any other planet that has bars
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| Like Gerde’s Folk City
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| Yes, it seemed the President’s stand was strong and plain
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| But some Republicans was a-goin' insane
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| And they still are
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| They said our plan was just too mild
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| Spare the rod and spoil the child
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| Let’s sink Cuba into the sea
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| And give 'em back democracy
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| Under the water
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| Well, the deadline was set for ten o’clock
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| For a cold war it was a-gettin' hot
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| Well, the Russians tried, the Russians failed
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| Homeward bound those missiles sailed
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| Mr. Khruschev said, «Better Red than dead.» |